I stand with My scythe in My hand,
My flesh pale and cold.
I have no heart beat
I have no breath
My eyes have no flame or glow.
I am the Death Maiden
I am the Keeper of the Vault
I am rancid and sacred
My mercy cannot be bought.
Your soul is not your own
Alas your body is Mine
Pass your life in misery, Mortal
For you have nothing but time.
In the end, I will own you
All your work will turn to dust
Your heart will wither
Your memories fade
And cobwebs spun over your lust.
The Gods have said this is fair
Each strand on the Web must be cut
So live free while you can, dear Mortal
Before the Gate is finally shut.
Image Note: There is some debate to the artist responsible for this arresting white marble sculpture. It is attributed to Jaume Barba but it seems quite likely that it was created by Joan Fontbernat.